The Dark Sun, Nemesis

Enough of this the unseen voice. A silent sanctity.

Words for all, thread through your teeth.

Though laid with doubt, we wonder why.

Blue fire from your eye, with murex mantle flowing.

Your gravity has crushed stone to dust.

Wearing the wolf, a brother/sister skin

Emulate in ever after creativity, looped from mother's vein.

Circling back, many mentioned--few received.

Another one of you, nobody, and me.